Today was the first morning in the last two decades, barring vacations, that I did not awaken and find my best friend and most fastidious housemate waiting patiently for us to start the day together. She always greeted me joyfully, partly because she couldn't figure out how to make her own breakfast but also because she really, really loved me. She never thought I was "too loud" or "too cynical" or "too sharp-tongued" like some of my other housemates have. (I won't mention any names but they are humans and that's all I'll say.)
Anyway, the one who liked me the absolute most was a cat, surely one of her best qualities. Her name was Daisy and she entered my life when I lived in Salt Lake City. She liked it there but willingly pulled up stakes and moved with me to Washington, D. C. and then again to Maine, with nary a complaint about having to leave her good friends and favorite hiding places behind. She was happy just to be with me.
Now she's gone and I feel like shit. I guess I will just have to feel this way until I don't feel this way anymore.
daisy was a beautiful cat ... and she knew that you loved her as much as she loved you. now about all those humans ... if only we could meow
ReplyDeleteVery nice obituary. If there were a funeral or shiva I would like to have been there to hear Lurch and others share stories of Daisy. I would have told about the time I rescued her from her own toenails (with the vet's help). What a brave kitty.
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